Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1407 - 58: "I Ask Only That You Write of Peace and Prosperity.

Chapter 1407: Chapter 58: "I Ask Only That You Write of Peace and Prosperity.
Olivius.
Su Ming’an’s pupils instantly locked tight, his heart tumultuously stirred with a profound emotion he couldn’t accurately express, yet he felt a subtle sadness encompassing him.
...So it is, so it really is.
It turns out "Olivius" is derived this way.
It’s not a family name, nor a noble title.
But a representation, a testament, a responsibility.
Xiao Bai is an "Olivius," Yijulai’er is an "Olivius," Sique is also an "Olivius." There are likely many more "Olivius" whom he does not know and who have already passed away.
Now, he too has become an "Olivius."
—So at the start of the instance, the "Olivius" shouted by the Dragon Emperor and others, were they calling for Sique, or Su Ming’an?
Qianqin and Hui Bai looked at Su Ming’an with envious eyes, lacking spiritual energy, nor were they bestowed a feather pen, let alone being "Olivius."
In the next moment, Su Ming’an felt Xiao Bai’s palm slowly move away from his forehead.
That soft sensation disappeared, and the warmth of perception also faded. The stars of spiritual energy still merged within his body, connecting him with the universe, senses clear and awareness transparent.
Those elegant lotus-like pupils reflected his astonished expression.
Xiao Bai gently patted his cheek, allowing his distant and vast gaze to gradually clear, the golden eyes tinged with ink color becoming distinct.
Mists floated, lotus fragrance lingered.
Sunlight ascended, red clouds filled the sky.
...
"Su Ming’an·Olivius."
"Today, bestow upon thee thy true life’s pen, nominate thee as the World Creator."
"Remember."
"Do not seek to compose glorious epics."
"But strive to write about national peace and prosperity."
...
Before destiny leads towards inevitable death.
—Hope and longing approach him sooner.
...
...
["Child, child! Time to eat!"]
["Hey! Master!"]
["Come, the porridge is still warm. Master specially went down the mountain to buy it, lotus and white sugar porridge, so fragrant!"]
["How much did it cost, master?"]
["How much? Seemed to have taken a piece of money?"]
["Master, you’ve been cheated again! You can’t just bury yourself in genesis, look at reality more! Such amount of money could buy many bowls of porridge!"]
["Ah, hehe... um... that, child."]
["Hmm?"]
["Child, master... has grown old, body weakened, difficult to leave the Divine Mountain now. Would you be willing to take over master’s feather pen, collect Memory Clips for master, write about Cang Mountain and Dali, leave the imprint over the grand landscape?"]
["On top of the Divine Mountain, mist floated hazily, a white-haired old man stroked his mustache and smiled."]
["Before the old man was a pink-haired girl, roughly seven or eight years old, sitting before the fire, hungrily gobbling porridge."]
["The pink-haired girl revealed a smile, chuckling: ’Master finally willing to give the pen to disciple? Disciple is willing!’"]
["Haha... agreed so quickly. Child, do you know what taking up the feather pen represents?" commented the old man.]
["Disciple does not know! Disciple only knows, disciple loves to write stories!" The pink-haired girl put down her bowl, wiped her mouth, wise beyond her years: ’If simply writing stories could save the world from disaster, stop slaughter, allow people to live peacefully, turn evil deeds to ashes, exchange for a peaceful world, and the cost is just a paper, a pen, an ink, disciple is willing!’]
["Good! Wonderful! Ah, ah cough cough cough..." The old man laughed, then suddenly started to cough violently, racking his chest and lungs."]
["Master, wasn’t your health always good? Why..." The pink-haired girl showed concern.]
["Yijulai’er." The old man suddenly turned serious.]
["Disciple is here!" The pink-haired girl immediately stood firm.]
["You must remember one thing... ’Genesis’ is a gift from the World to realize all wild dreams and absurd fantasies, but it is also a demon’s source that can make us fall into madness and Chaos." The old man said.]
["The pink-haired girl appeared bewildered."]
["This world is fair. When humans unscrupulously use imagination to rewrite the true visage of this world, battling ancient Evil Dragons, Evil Demons, Wraiths... what price must we pay?" The old man shook his head with a smile:]
["Yijulai’er, humanity knew since the First Epoch that we are the most ordinary, weakest, and most unwilling creatures. Kasadia turned a peaceful world into one full of fantasy creatures, a dangerous world. We appear as insignificant as grains of sand before Giant Dragons and Angels."]
["Those powerful beings possess strong bodies, broad wings, one breath of fire can incinerate a human warrior trained for a lifetime."]
["But we—also possess our own weapons. We have Wisdom, calm, and disgruntled imagination."]
["Master..." The pink-haired girl murmured.]
["The old man patted the pink-haired girl’s shoulder, his cloudy eyes reflected a clear brilliance:]
["The First Epoch was called ’The Age of Darkness,’ under the oppression of strong beings, humanity as creatures on the bottom of the Food Chain rapidly reduced by half. But in our Second Epoch, the most brilliant gemstone of ’Genesis’ emerged."]
["As long as there is creativity, as long as one dares to dream, as long as one is willing to write their own story, everyone can change their Destiny, no longer powerless to bind a chicken. From here on, perhaps we will no longer be at the bottom of the Food Chain but soar in the skies."]
["Yet, Yijulai’er, we know, during the lengthy change of the First Epoch, to survive, humans must choose to breed with other races, to gain some self-protection abilities. Pure-blood humans became fewer and fewer. Even you and I carry the blood of other races."]
["But this is not something to be ashamed of, and pure-blood humans are not something to be proud of. Before being ’humans,’ first and foremost we are ’life.’ As long as we remember, before the First Epoch, we came from our homeland—only half a Planet remains. Then we have not abandoned our history."]
["The pink-haired girl solemnly nodded: ’Master, since ’Genesis’ appeared, should we avenge? In the First Epoch, those Dragon Clan, Elves, Demons, and Angels treated humans like ants. Now we finally have weapons. We are sufficient to let humans become the new rulers of Luowasha! Regain our dignity as humans!’]
["Yet, the old man stroked his beard, slowly shaking his head:]
...
No, no...
My disciple...
What we want is not for humans to lord over other races, but for humans and all races to take up weapons to change their destinies, to learn to spread their wings and fly.
It is to become creators of peace, not new oppressors.
—What we desire is symbiosis, mutual benefit, and freedom to breathe under the same sky.
"Genesis" is a gift the World bestows to all creatures.
...
["Yijulai’er, any power has a price, ’Genesis’ is no exception."]
["Every drop of ink we use comes from our own soul and life."]
["Some have high spiritual knowledge, they have ample imagination, souls sufficiently abundant, they can sustain their genesis lifelong."]
["Some lack spiritual knowledge, genesis is like squeezing toothpaste, quickly they can no longer write anything."]
["I have spent a lifetime in genesis, and finally have reached the day of soul exhaustion."]
["Have you heard of a saying, Yijulai’er?"]
["—’Every Creator depends on burning their own soul to create.’"]
["I have a portion of Longevity Species blood flowing in me, capable by nature of having a thousand years, yet now, only seventy years to live."]
["Even so—Yijulai’er·Olivius. Answer me, are you still willing to inherit the name of ’Olivius,’ to become the next Watcher of the World Book?"]
["It seemed like a long time had passed, yet felt like only a moment."]
["Pink-haired girl—Yijulai’er·Olivius, solemnly nodded. Her clear eyes seemed to ignite with a ’whoosh’ like fire."]
["She put away her dishes, stood before the fire, bowed deeply."]
["Master."]
["Maybe one day, I will become a master too."]
["Maybe one day, my inspiration will dry up, my mind will gradually rust, and I will gradually be unable to write anything interesting. I’ll become a barren, exhausted, boring person that even I hate. I’ll stare at a blank sheet of paper for a whole day. I’ll look at the ceiling on the wall and be unable to piece together complete sentences."]
["Even if that happens, it won’t matter, even if I burn out completely."]
["Someone will eventually see the stories I’ve left behind in my lifetime. As long as I’ve shared my spiritual knowledge, thoughts, and fantasies in the library for others to read and share, I am not alone, even in death."]
["My dying soul will transform into words, conversing with everyone who opens my stories. Unfazed by the years, unfazed by time and space, unfazed whether I’m alive or long dead."]
["By then, I will also find someone like ’Yijulai’er’, someone filled with spiritual energy."]
["By then, I will also..."]
[Her gaze stretches far.]
[As if seeing through the ethereal clouds of the Divine Mountain, past the violet Isa flowers and scattered little white flowers, seeing the lights of the Mortal World below the Divine Mountain, seeing that distant future.]
...
"I will also watch him with relief... become the next ’Olivius’."
"If born as wild grass, then let the wind take our seeds on a journey to the Four Seas and Eight Desolates."
"If born as a bird without wings, then let fantasy give us wings to soar."
"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish destiny for the people, continue the knowledge of the past saints, open peace for all ages."
"This is the meaning of... ’Genesis’."
"This is the meaning of... ’Creation’."
...
In the rapidly flowing inspiration, Su Ming’an saw this scene.
Saw the scene... where the previous ’Olivius’ handed over to the prior ’Olivius’.
A tingling sensation spread across the spine, as if wings were about to lift him into flight. But he knew clearly it was an illusion brought on by the swirling spiritual energy.
Tightly holding the inky golden feather pen, he found his own voice in this cyclical flood of words.
"Cough..."
A sound escaped, and the surrounding inspiration instantly converged.
He opened his eyes, finally fully digesting everything Xiao Bai had given him, regaining his consciousness, but he realized he was no longer on the Divine Mountain.
In front of him was a wooden table, window grids, and the scenery of the Royal City outside. The kerosene lamp flickered softly, casting boxed spots of light through red painted grids into his eyes.
It seemed that during this time of digesting insight, Sique had already taken control of the body and come down to the Mortal World.
On the table was a letter scented with lavender.
Picking it up, opening it, reading the letter.
...
[To my dear friend Su Ming’an:]
[Good evening.]
[I can no longer tell whether it is I who have accepted the name ’Olivius’, or you.]
[Since accepting this mission, I’ve left the Divine Mountain, traveled the world, seeking inspiration for over a month, and have written forty thousand words.]
[The ’World Book’ awaits everyone to fill, but the master told me the part I need to fill is the most crucial—the worldview and fundamental logic of Luowasha.]
[This is something the general public cannot create; it relies on me.]
[A total of twelve parts: temperature, humidity, topography, resources, kingdom, destiny, scientific system, creation system, rank, outer realm, gods, race.]
[To be expressed in the form of ’Memory Clips’, that is, in the form of ’stories’, consisting of ’twelve’ parts.]
[Therefore, it is called—]
[’Twelve Stories’.]
[Currently, I have completed two stories, ’Siyi and Adventure Island’ and ’The Red Cloak Boy’, which represent the parts of "creation system" and "destiny" respectively.]
[This is my entire mission as ’Olivius’—first, to protect the ’World Book’. Second, to complete ’Twelve Stories’.]
[I’ve also heard of the saying, "The creator creates by burning themselves." Creation accelerates aging, making those who should live long lives only live seventy years, and my lifespan is just three short years...]
[...]
[...But so what?]
[Since there’s no ink, use life as ink—I don’t want to stop creating, even if it means burning my life.]
[Pouring all my ideals, inspiration, desires, thoughts into every word until they burn out. Let people hear my voice while I lived, see my one and only, final book.]
[Upon finishing writing, I will die.]
[Su Ming’an·Olivius, my dear friend, you are also ’Olivius’. Even the master said she’s never seen a generation with two ’Olivius’. This is unprecedented in the history of Luowasha, indicating our spirituality is unique.]
[I believe in your prophecy, that we will live on together to the faraway Fourth Epoch—by then, I will proudly tell you: "Su Ming’an, I completed my mission, I completed the Twelve Stories, I protected everything I loved, and finally met you."]
[By then, I hope you can give me—give your friend Sique... no, give Sique Olivius, a greeting of encouragement.]
[By then, not only have we composed a glorious epic... but also prosperity and peace for the nation.]
[You will say: "You really have turned into a big lazy bird, Sique." Then high-five me, laughing and reminiscing about old times.]
[We’d talk about the days you were inside me, about your mood when you dyed my hair green.]
[We’d go ride the Cat Car, eat wontons, drink lime cola, listen to storytelling...]
[Yes, I believe in this way, I believe in all your prophecies.]
[However, even with your prophecy, by that time, my lifespan should have come to an end.]
[I’ll sit at a tea table, brewing a pot of rose tea, and you, open the sugar pot, place the sugar cubes. Together, we’ll face the azure sea, the golden beach, arriving at a land of abundance, stability, without pain and sorrow, without doom and desolation—the Utopia we lifted with our own hands.]
[Then, we both smile.]
[Once you finish all the rose tea, I, on the brink of life’s end, will lie in a brilliant yet gentle sea of flowers, reciting to you a poem I loved most in my childhood:]
...
"In the yellow wood diverged two roads."
"Sadly, I cannot travel both."
"I stood long at the fork..."
"..."
"...That morning, leaves covered the ground,"
"Both roads were not marked."
"Ah, leave one for another day...!"
"But knowing how way leads onto way,"
"I doubted if I should ever come back."
"I doubted if I should ever come back...!"
...
[Mr. Lighthouse.]
[I doubted if I should ever come back.]
[But I imagine, by then, the land we’ve ventured together must be a land rich and stable, without pain and sorrow...]
...
...
[TE7·"He closed the book, it all begins again" (fulfilling Sique Olivius’ wish.): 95%]
...
Humans have never grown wings.
But humans have never given up, the illusion of growing wings for themselves.